Mormon Momma

[While the rest of the family took our traditional trek to Salt Lake to attend the special Music and the Spoken Word with the Christmas mini-concert last Sunday, Caleb and I had a few hours of rare one-on-one time. This began with a special breakfast complete with a few segments of a fresh clementine. He preceded to remove the orange segments from his plate and push them with his index finger as far away from his plate as possible. A few minutes later—as I ate some of them myself—he brought up his concerns.]

Caleb (5): Mom, what are those?

Mom: Clementines.

Caleb: Why are you eating them?

Mom: They’re yummy.

Caleb: I don’t like them.

Mom: Why?

Caleb: Because they have poop in them.

Mom: What?

Caleb: Yup, they have poop in them and then they take it out and it goes down the toilet.

Mom: Caleb, clementines don’t have poop in them. It’s fruit that grows on trees, like apples and cherries.

Caleb: Yea, trees that grow from poop seeds.